A wolf's howl?
Yu Sheng's first reaction was one of confusion, but immediately after, he associated that howl with the events he had recently experienced. He had no doubts about whether he was hallucinating—because in less than a few seconds, another unsettling howl reached him from afar, even clearer than the last one.
Moreover, he felt that in a dream, there could be no such thing as "hallucination."
Yu Sheng furrowed his brow and promptly headed in the direction of the howl—in this lucid Dream Realm, he took only a few steps, and with a thought, he crossed vast distances in the blink of an eye, arriving at the place he sensed something amiss.
He saw the howling wolf.
It was stiff and ghostly, floating above the grass, flickering every few seconds like a malfunctioning projected image. With each flicker, the stiff shadow shifted position, forming a sense of a badly lagging surveillance feed that refreshed the target's image in a matter of seconds.
